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FROM THE MINUTES OF THE FACULTY 

At a meeting of the Faculty of Hobart College, 
on February 6th, the following minute was adopt- 
ed: 

The Faculty of Hobart College desire to put on 
record their deep sense of personal grief at the 
death of Professor Francis Philip Nash. No 
words of ours can express the loss that his death 
brings, not only to each one of us, who knew and 
loved him, but also to the whole community of 
which he was for so long a time a distinguished 
and public-spirited citizen. He was a man who 
exemplified to a rare degree the high ideal of 
"gentleman and scholar," and no one could meet 
him without being impressed by his charm of 
manner, his gentle courtesy, his cultured speech, 
his breadth and sympathy of mind. 

To our College he gave the highest service a 
man can render — a lifetime of devoted work as 
teacher, inspired by the loftiest ideals and en- 
riched by all the resources of a broad scholarship 
and a cosmopoHtan cultiire. Generations of 
students owe to his training a sense of accuracy 
and intellectual thoroughness, as well as a vital 
insight into a great literature. His memory will 
be forever cherished by Hobart College among 
her dearest possessions. 



RESOLUTION OF THE TRUSTEES 

At an adjourned meeting of the Board of Trus- 
tees of Hobart College, held at the college library 
on Thursday, June 1 5th, the following minute on 
the death of Professor Nash was ordered spread 
upon the record: 

"Since the last semi-annual meeting of this 
Board there has occurred the death of Francis 
PhiUp Nash, Professor Emeritus of the Latin 
Language and Literature. Possibly the word 
'emeritus' after his name in our catalogue is a suf- 
ficient testimonial, — retired after long years of 
honorable service and his name retained on the 
rolls. 

"A beautiful appreciation of Professor Nash 
appears in the Hobart Herald of to-day, written 
by his brilliant co-worker of forty years, a co- 
worker in maintaining the standards and ideals 
of the college, and his true companion for almost a 
lifetime in the field of letters. 

"But this appreciation is an intimate personal 
view of the character and accomplishments, and 
the work of this gifted man whose loss we 
mourn. To us, the trustees, the view must 
be more in perspective, running through the 
long vista of forty years, — almost one-half 
the life of the college; and the question arises, 
'What has Professor Nash done for the college?' 
It might better be asked, 'What has he not done?' 

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Who among the teachers that Hobart has been 
fortunate to have in its faculty, within the mem- 
ory of the present generation, has shone out more 
brightly from the background of mediocrity than 
he ? What name has been more powerful to con- 
jure with in the outside world than his? With 
his broad, deep and polished scholarship, his high- 
mindedness, his patience, his courtesy, his gener- 
ous hospitality, — giving freely not only from the 
bounties of his home but, to those who sought it, 
from the rich storehouse of his mind — Professor 
Nash has been a most valuable possession to the 
college and to the community. 

"But there is also a personal loss in his death to 
each one of us. Some in this Board have had 
the privilege of his classrooms in their under- 
graduate days, others personal and friendly rela- 
tions with him for nearly half a century, others 
were bound to him by family ties and connec- 
tions, and all have had an acquaintance which 
ripened into affection as time advanced. 

'It has been the good fortune of Hobart College 
since its foundation to have in its faculty from 
time to time a galaxy of stars, always steadfast, 
whom neither outside allurements nor adverse 
conditions within could deflect from their ap- 
pointed course. None, however, were brighter, 
none truer, none more unselfish and faithful in 
their endeavor to maintain sound scholarship and 
high ideals than he whose death we record. 

"A lawyer, a linguist, a mathematician, a chem- 
ist, an historian, a skilled musician, a politician 
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in the truest sense, a benefactor to his fellow men, 
and withal and always a true gentleman, and this 
not only because he could meet on equal terms 
the aristocracy of birth, the aristocracy of wealth, 
and the aristocracy of letters, but because he 
filled that broader and finer definition of a gen- 
tleman, — 'one who always does the kindest thing 
in the kindest way.' 

"These things can be said of Professor Nash 
now that he is gone, and could at all times have 
been said without flattery, because they are true. 

"We extend to his widow and children our heart- 
felt sympathy, and beg the privilege of sharing in 
their loss. To them and to the college has been 
left a legac3^ of work well done, of a life well spent, 
and a record of quiet achievement which many 
another, less gifted, wotild have made tell for his 
own worldly advancement and renown." 



THE LATE PROFESSOR NASH 

Reprinted from the New York Evening Post. 

To the Editor of The Evening Post : 

Sir: Prof. Francis Philip Nash, of Hobart Col- 
lege, who died at Boston, February 5, was a scholar 
and personality of so rare and fine a type that 
more than passing notice should be taken of his 
death. A singtilarly high-minded and noble- 
hearted servant of truth and of his fellows, he was 
utterl3r devoid of personal ambition and had been 
content to occupy for many years an inconspicu- 
ous position as professor of Latin. Very exact- 
ing in his standards of scholarship, his severe self- 
criticism and freedom from any desire for renown 
kept him from publishing, in permanent form, any 
contribution to the literature of his subject be- 
yond a little book on **Two Satires of Juvenal." 
But, assuredly, he made the chair at Hobart one 
of the great Latin chairs of the country, if great- 
ness be" measured in terms of distinguished excel- 
lence exemplified by the teacher and demanded 
from the scholars. Many Hobart graduates of 
the past forty years gratefully remember the 
precision and breadth of scholarship and the 
painstaking care with which he directed and in- 
spired them, no less than the high-bred courtesy, 
charm, and kindliness of his bearing. 

I had the good fortune to be a colleague of Pro- 
fessor Nash's at Hobart for twelve years, and to 

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enjoy his friendship. A man of the most un- 
flinching integrity in his moral fibre, he was, at 
the same time, ever kindly, courteous, and urbane 
in temper. No thought of self ever seemed to 
cross his mind. 

When there are added to these qualities his re- 
markably wide and accurate scholarship, and his 
keen and many-sided interests in man and nature, 
it becomes evident what a rare blending his per- 
sonality afforded of temperament, virtue, and 
humanistic learning. 

Professor Nash was bom in Italy of New Eng- 
land parentage. He sprang from a long line of 
New England ancestors. He lived abroad until 
his sixteenth year, when he entered Harvard Col- 
lege. Here he at once distinguished himself for 
scholarship. He was soon looked upon as the 
intellectual leader of his class. After graduation 
he entered the Harvard Law School, and was later 
in the office of David Dudley Field, afterwards 
opening an office for himself in New York city. * 
The strain of law practice in a great city was too 
much for a constitution never robust. On the 
advice of his physician Mr. Nash resigned the 
practice of law. Although possessed of comfort- 
able independent means, he was imwilling not to 
serve his fellows in some regular vocation. His 
thoughts turned to teaching, and in 187 1 he went 
to Hobart, where he remained as professor of Latin, 

*Soon after graduating from the Harvard Law School, he collabor- 
ated in the editing of the United States Digest. This was in Boston, 
in the law office of George Silsbee Hale. Later, in New York, he was 
one of the compilers of the New York Civil Code, under the direction 
of David Dudley Field. 

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except for a short interval, until his retirement in 
1908. 

A fine classical scholar, Professor Nash was 
equally at home in modem European languages 
and literatures, especially in the Romanic litera- 
tures. He never ceased adding to his linguistic 
apparatus. A few years ago I called to see him 
just as he was recovering from a severe attack of 
lumbago, and found him deep in Hungarian. He 
had also a considerable knowledge of Semitic and 
other Oriental languages. His acquaintance with 
ancient and modem European history, both re- 
ligious and political, was extensive and profound. 
He was particularly at home in the political his- 
tory of the past two centuries, and, when he could 
occasionally be persuaded to deliver a public lec- 
ture, as upon Cavoiir, for example, we were given 
a great treat. 

Professor Nash had paid considerable attention 
to chemistry and microscopy, and never lost his 
interest in the progress of the natural sciences. 
He was an ardent student and practitioner of mu- 
sic. He had given much thought to the funda- 
mental problems of theology and philosophy. In 
the midst of these manifold scholastic pursuits. 
Professor Nash never neglected the duties of cit- 
izenship. He kept himself thoroughly informed 
on all important political, social, and educational 
questions. He was an earnest supporter of polit- 
ical reform movements, and of cautious social re- 
construction. He gave of his time unsparingly 
for the training of the Italians of Geneva in cit- 

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izenship. Every decent Italian there looked upon 
Professor Nash as a friend and counsellor, and 
never in vain. Professor Nash held very decid- 
edly to the view that the proper function of the 
small college is to represent the highest standards 
of excellence in non-utilitarian and humanistic 
studies, to awaken in its students a sense of the 
highest values in pure scholarship and in citizen- 
ship. 

As I look back upon the personality of my old 
friend and colleague, I see that all things conspired 
to develop in him a character strong and beautiful 
in its gentleness, integrity, and purity, and a mind 
exceedingly rare in its union of accuracy with ex- 
tent of knowledge, its combination of vitality, 
penetration, and manifoldness of interest. The 
moral earnestness of his New England heritage 
and the native sweetness of his temperament were 
infused with a mellowness and a light to which his 
early Italian life contributed in large measure. 
The result was a personality of singular strength 
and grace. His cosmopolitan training, his native 
ability and never-flagging thirst for knowledge 
made of him a man of the world who was also a 
scholar of the Renaissance type^an Erasmian 
spirit and a high-minded Christian gentleman. 
Joseph A. Leighton. 

Ohio State University, March 7 . 



PROFESSOR FRANCIS PHILIP NASH 

Reprinted, from The Hobart Herald 

Professor Leighton, who knew and prized our 
late Emeritus Professor of Latin, wrote lately an 
admirable appreciation of his character and 
talents which was printed in the New York Even- 
ing Post. Mr. Nash had, in fact, been an oc- 
casional contributor to The Nation. 

But I have promised to the Hobart Herald 
some more intimate impressions and reminiscences 
of one who was a figure in our College life and 
whom the most earnest of our alumni recall with a 
special esteem and admiration. I can say here, 
among ourselves, some things which are less 
fitting for the general public, and, which, never- 
theless, ought to be said, chez nous, amid our 
College family. He was our own, and we had 
reason to be proud of him. I may speak the bare 
truth about him now, when he can no longer 
blush at the praise he would have disclaimed. 
For the barest truth can mean nothing but his 
praise. 

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In the class of 1856, at Harvard, Mr. Nash 
obtained what is called an old-fashioned educa- 
tion in a small college. For Harvard College, at 
that time, as distinguished from its professional 
schools, contained only four hundred students. 



One of his classmates, Charles Francis Adams, in an 
address entitled "A Modem Fetich," complained 
bitterly and brilliantly that his education had 
been neglected at Harvard, — that he had been 
taught Greek which he never really knew, while 
he had been stinted and stunted iri the Modem 
Languages. It is generally agreed that Mr. 
Adams's career was not ruined by this misfortune 
and that he got bravely over it. Mr. Nash did 
not suffer as his classmate did; he had no reason 
to complain of the Harvard of his time, and I 
never heard him complain. In fact he gained 
there an effective and useful introduction to the 
main avenues of Thought, and even of Modem 
Science. Apart from the Professional Schools of 
Law, Medicine and Divinity, no advanced 
University instruction existed at that time in the 
coimtry. 

For certain languages, it might be said that he 
had specialized. In three, beside the English, 
not only could he talk fluently and correctly, but 
he wrote them with idiomatic ease, with elegance 
and literary charm. Italian, French and Latin 
he knew au fond; he had a mastery of the 
language and literature of each, yet in Latin, he 
was "more at home" as he said, than in any other. 
His friends who had experience of nothing but 
his English, remember well with what richness, 
propriety and precision he used our language, so 
often now maltreated; he never condescended 
to be slipshod in his speech, to wear the lazy rags 
and tinsel of second-hand slang. His native 



vivacity of expression needed no borrowed flashi- 
ness of phrase. Yet in French and Latin he had, 
perhaps, a wider range. He had written fre- 
quently for French periodicals, and he had done 
some very delicate and difficult work in Italian — 
a version of some portions of the Prayer Book for 
which he had no ready-made models, and which 
involved a styHstic study of Boccaccio, Mach- 
iavelli, and other early prose writers. But, in 
fact, he was penetrated by the literattire, the 
ideas and the style of all these languages. They 
were a part of his fibre and daily habit of thought ; 
whereas, in the equipment of many teachers of 
language, their knowledge is an acquisition, an 
excrescence rather than a growth; it is an asset 
carried in a wallet, detachable and transferable, 
perhaps, but not a furniture of the chambers of 
the mind. 

In Latin, Mr. Nash's special author was Juvenal, 
of whom he had prepared after years of patient 
research an edition, with notes and various read- 
ings suited to the advanced student and scholar, 
The carelessness of an editor, and the accident of a 
transfer of publishers prevented the publication 
of the complete work. But the Two Satires of 
Juvenal which was issued by Houghton Mifflin, 
& Co., received discriminating praise for the neat- 
ness, concision and originality of the annotations. 

Mr. Nash read habitually, and with ease, 
Greek, German and Spanish, and spoke the latter 
two with idiomatic precision. He had an ade- 
quate acquaintance with the masterpieces of each 
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of these literatures. He was one of the few 
scholars in our country who knew anything about 
the abstruse subject of ancient Greek music; 
being conversant with the treatise of Aristoxenus, 
the collection of Meibomius and the notation of 
the Delphic Hymns. On these topics he had 
contributed articles occasionally to The Nation. 
I may add, in passing, that the musical terms in 
Greek mean nothing to the ordinary student un- 
less he is also a musician trained in the theory and 
history of music. 

He had a sound working knowledge of Arabic, 
Hebrew and Russian, to which within a few years 
he had annexed Hungarian. From this he had 
lately translated some clever dramatic sketches 
and idylls, for which he had received the hearty 
acknowledgments and compliments of the 
authoress. 

He was never a niggard of the treasures of his 
scholarship, but dispensed them without price 
and with a noble Platonic liberality. It was 
quite characteristic that, only a month before his 
death, he spent some labor on translating from the 
Russian a monograph on the apple-tree moth, 
which was much needed in connection with the 
researches of one of the staff of the Agricultural 
Experiment Station in Geneva. For translating 
this brochure a prohibitive price had been asked 
by a Russian Professor in New York City. 

This little service to a brother in science was 
characteristic, as I have said; for, time and again, 
he had spent freely his leisure and learning in 

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revising or recasting manuscript which some 
author had too cheerfully flung upon his hands, 
or, it might be, the formless incubus thrust upon 
his brain by some ingenuous foreign lady with 
the polite request, "Please put this in shape for 
your American readers, and find me a publisher." 
For such innocents all that could be done by 
painful drudgery he undertook with chivalrous 
and unselfish devotion. 

If this list of acquirements sounds exaggerated, 
let me refer to an impartial authority. Some ten 
years ago the President of one of our most solid 
Universities in the West, a gentleman of world- 
wide experience, who had just lost by a fatal 
accident the head of his department of Romance 
Languages, consulted me as to whether Mr. 
Nash would accept the vacant position. *'I 
know all the available men in the country — and 
there is no one so fit as he — ^no one to be compared 
with his peculiar fitness." I agreed with him; 
but we also agreed that the exacting duties of the 
chair, at his time of life, would be too much for a 
somewhat delicate constitution. 



But his interest in language, while it was partly 
technical and professional, always emerged in a 
study of literature, of ideas, of the heart and 
spirit of mankind, and this too was the goal of his 
research in what are called the Humanities. 
"Much had he traveled in the realms of gold." 
His study of books was only one side of his study 

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of Life, of character, of human nature. He was a 
man of the world, — one might say a citizen of 
the world, — a Ulysses who had brought home 
from his travels and experience a knowledge 
of cities, of society and manners, of courts and 
salons, and the personages who make up the 
great world. History and biography reinforced 
this knowledge so wide and intimate, which was 
not that of the gossiping clubman, but that 
of the diplomatist and statesman. Diplomacy, 
indeed, he might have chosen for his career, if the 
Civil Service of otir country were more apt in 
discovering diplomatists such as he would have 
made. His legal training, which colored or 
illimiinated his view of many subjects, would 
have fitted him for the duties of a foreign minister, 
as also his gift of tongues, his special lines of 
research which embraced the treaties, the intrigues, 
the tangled web of European politics in the last 
century, and finally, I may add, his sensitive, 
pttritanic conscience. 

In his judgments of politics and public acts he 
applied the same rigid unswerving standard as 
in the details of private life. He was, therefore, an 
Independent deeply interested in reforms and in 
the perfecting of the Civil Service. He was 
perfectly ready, if need be, to form a party of one, 
consisting of himself alone. If he thought he 
saw justice ahead, he wanted to reach it by the 
straightest line, regardless of apparent conse- 
quences. Hence, in spite of his own misgivings 
and his vehement disapproval of the freaks of 
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English suffragettes, he favored an immediate 
franchise for women. It is certainly a rare and 
beautiful thing to meet a man who applies the 
same pocket-compass equally to the tactics of a 
game of football, or to College politics, or to the 
annexation of the Philippines. In moral ques- 
tions, he took his bearings from the Polar Star. 
I could always agree heartily with his principles; 
I could not always accept his judgments of public 
men, which to me seemed not to make sufficient 
allowance for the capricious turns of Fortune's 
wheel, for the complexity of human nature, and 
the viscous element in which the statesman works, 
thwarting and baffling his best intentions. Mr. 
Nash's interest in European politics was vital and 
began in his youth. It was a legacy from his 
father, who had received, after the fashion of the 
day, a jewelled snuff-box from Victor Emanuel, in 
recognition of repeated services and charity to 
Italian refugees. 

But his keen intellectual curiosity did not rest 
satisfied with Linguistics, or the Humanities, or 
the Law. He was almost equally interested in 
Natvire and the nat-ural sciences. In Chemistry, 
in modem Physics, in Biology and Physiology, 
he had a solid fotindation, a firm grasp of prin- 
ciples and the most recent theories. He had 
acquired by actual practice the scientific insight 
and method. As he had a natural mechanical 
and manual dexterity, he was an expert in the 
laboratory, in the use of instruments and machin- 
ery. For several years he had assisted our late 

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Professor Hamilton Smith in those microscopic 
observations of the Diatomaceae which became 
known to European savants. His furniture, 
therefore, on the scientific side was not the hap- 
hazard curiosity-shop of the ordinary amateiir. 
If he talked of flowers, or birds or medicine, he 
was fit to talk with the botanist, or the ornitholo- 
gist, or the physician and surgeon. He was 
competent to expose the brilliant paradoxes of 
a brilliant amateur like the late Samuel Butler. 
Finally, his science was held fast by his excellent 
grasp of mathematics, and of mathematical theory 
and principles. In brief he had an intelligent and 
instructed outlook on the wide horizon and 
scenery of the Universe. 

In Theology and Church History, he had the 
outfit of a presbyter of the Church — much more, 
in fact, than the outfit of the ordinary clergyman. 
The origin and the documents of Christianity — 
the language of the documents, the outlines of 
patristic literature, the critical problems of the 
Old Testament and the New, the history of 
ecclesiasticism — with all these he was adequately 
familiar, to all he had conscientiously applied his 
own mind, resorting to the ancient and original 
sources. A Bishop might have ordained him, 
and perhaps have learned something in the 
process of his examination. I mention this to 
illustrate the thoroughness with which he ap- 
proached the serious problems of life. He never 
felt a "call" to the ministry nor would he have 
entered it, but he had probed with his own labor 
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the sources of the Christian Faith. I contrast 
this with the singular attitude of some young 
students of Theology who are willing to take the 
ordination vows with a light heart, and to ex- 
pound to congregations the sacred books whose 
language they have studiously eschewed — ^who 
seem to expect on their own behalf a new miracle 
of inspiration and the gift of tongues. 

It would be imfair to leave this summary with- 
out a glance at his tastes and accomplishments. 
He was a trained and finished musician. To 
music and its luxuries, if he had followed his bent, 
he might have devoted himself exclusively. Its 
theory and the history of its development were 
familiar to him. He played the organ and piano 
with an exquisite touch, and he sang with a delicate 
and instructed ear. In matters of art, he was a 
connoisseur who could give adequate reasons for 
his judgments and opinions. Finally, he wrote 
verses which deserved the name of poetry. 

It is natural, perhaps, in reading this long list of 
attainments and accomplishments, to ask with 
some scepticism, is this possible, is it not a portrait 
colored by the partial view of friendship? But 
it is easy to explain what looks like a marvel. 
Most of us, who have had the opportunities of a 
* 'higher education," consider that it is finished, 
when it is only just begtm. The men who really 
achieve things never forget that "Art is long." 
The rest of us, who are cheerfully looking forward 
to eternal life, prepare for it by racing away from 
the shadow of our own selves, from the tedium of 
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our own society, from the ineffable burden of 
observing and thinking. We fly from ourselves in 
motors and aeroplanes. We are cocksure, be- 
cause we have never reflected. We are even 
angry with those who think differently from 
what we fancy to be our convictions. And so 
the chrysalis that emerged from College with 
some promise of wings, remains a chrysalis. Mr. 
Nash never stopped; he observed the motto of 
his own book-plate : 

Ever as I grow old, I learn and learn. 

He followed the Gleam, always exploring; he 
gained, if not "the Happiness of those who know 
the causes of things," at any rate, the joy of the 
quest — some knowledge of himself, of the world 
and of his fellow-men. 

Naturally, the Sphinx propounded to him, 
also, her riddle, which he answered well by living 
nobly and manfully through that span of un- 
certain light which is permitted us between two 
darknesses. The ready-made answers of the 
philosophers and the theologians, which most of 
us accept v/ithout inquiry, he conscientiously 
explored, — beating his wings in vain against the 
walls of the inexorable cage. He has his answer 
now, for which he waited. He never settled into 
the dogmatism of extreme scepticism. He put 
his trust in the benevolence of a Deity, whose ways 
he acknowledged to be inscrutable. The irrep- 
arable loss of a son who was the apple of his eye, 



and the ideal of his scholarly aspirations, never 
plunged into pessimism or despair that warm and 
tender heart so sensitive to "the slings and arrows 
of outrageous Fortune . ' ' 

I have here given the picture of a soul that in 
its earthly pilgrimage had built itself — not without 
noble toil — a palace of many windows from which 
the trained intellect looked out upon the pageant 
of the universe, the wonder and the mystery of 
mankind. Though in some sense he was "like a 
star, and dwelt apart," yet he was absolutely free 
from the pride of intellect. There was no con- 
descension in his nature. He could never, with 
Lucretius, have looked down complacently "from 
wisdom's guarded keep" on the wandering multi- 
tude below, nor have said with Horace, 

Odi profanum vulgus et arceo. 

It was pure goodness which he admired, and 
pure goodness which he practised. He loved to 
spend himself for his friends, for the sick, or the 
poor or the unfortunate. His ministrations were 
all the more welcome because of their delicacy 
and sympathy. His devotion to the Italians was, 
as I have said, a pious heritage from his father's 
interest in the dawn of the Risorgimento. But to 
all the unfortunate he gave not only money and 
sympathy, but what is much more, his time and 
the fatigue of a patient courtesy. He would 
entertain by the hour some faithful and en- 
thusiastic Calabrian, captivated by his winning 
manner, who delighted to pour out his heart or 



his troubles to a listener that could respond in his 
native tongue. For such people he worked in 
public and private. He was to them a counsellor 
and guardian — a guardian angel, I might say, — a 
serviceable patron saint. 

I can quite understand the worship of ancestors 
and Heroes and Saints. In such matters I am at 
once a Catholic and a heretic. For I should erect 
the shrine of devout and grateful remembrance, 
not to a Saint Francis, or a San Antonio, or to our 
Lady of Lourdes, but to the saints who are close 
by — in one's own household, perhaps, or in one's 
own circle of friends. These are the near and 
efficacious saints for whom each of us may make 
his own Calendar and canonization, and may raise 
his private shrine. These are the surest emblem 
and proof to us of the Divinity that inheres in the 
core of things. 

These we may safely reverence and imitate, and 
invest with the faint halo of tender memory— the 
guides and patterns of ideal Life amidst bewilder- 
ment and confusion. These are our truest 
friends, among the many kinds that bear the 
name. For some of our intimates — who must 
and ought to be our intimates — drag us alway by 
their conversation into the trivial and the Com- 
monplace. You must bear with them as a Lenten 
duty and sacrifice, or you must fall to the level of 
their taste. With others again, you get no for- 
warder; you see them day after day, 
"but evermore 

Come out by the same Door wherein you went." 



But all who had daily converse with our friend, 
would agree that to know him was a liberal 
education. No student ever spent an hour with 
him who did not go away enriched and informed. 
No young girl ever sat beside him at the dining 
table whom he did not flatter by treating her as a 
rational human being; and she thanked him in 
her heart for the compliment. Light and grace- 
ful in conversation, with a delicate play of wit and 
fancy, he had no habit of talking down to people, 
or of that badinage which ends in mere froth and 
smoke. In fine, we who loved and knew him best 
may use without hyperbole the tender and wistful 
words : 

Quanto minus est cum reliquis versari quam 

tui meminisse! 
How sweeter far than converse with the Living, 

is the charm of thy memory ! 

I need not dwell upon my own personal loss — 
especially in writing for College men. They 
know what friendship means ; they can divine the 
beauty and the poetry of an intimacy which for 
forty years never knew the shadow of a cloud. 
To lose such a companion is to lop a branch from 
the Tree of Life, when the sap no longer runs and 
the leaves begin to fall. 

Joseph Hetherington McDaniels 



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